Wash Your Hands!
Rinse & Repeat
What's in the mirror
An image that you hold so dear
Your hands up as you sign
The mirror entourage
Your hands are so filthy, so fragile, so old
It really [?] mean to [?]
Soap, water, and your hands
And sanitize on my mark
I'm sick and tired of sitting alone
No one but myself
Well maybe I'll make some [?]
[?] by myself
What's in the mirror
[?] everything you fear
[?] not the same [?] down inside your brain
[?] repetition
The cycle is tradition
Conformity anxiety has consumed your identity
I haven’t been told it’s acceptable
To exist as an individual
[?]
Ugh
No hesitation
Begin [?]